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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry was laying on the couch, halfway dozing, when Tom found him on the last day of break.

“Hello. My, don’t you look listless?” He asked, bending over Harry and looking into his face upside down.

“Tom!” Harry said excitedly as he sat up. “You came!”

“Many times since the last time I saw you, but if you are referring to my presence here, yes, that too.” Tom joked, sitting beside Harry.

Harry snorted. “Pervert.”

Tom shrugged. “It was you who said you didn’t want to change me, remember.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, about that…”

Tom narrowed his eyes at Harry.

Harry grinned. “Just kidding!”

Tom wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and Harry cuddled into his side. “I’m going to miss you when I go back to school.”

Tom sighed. “And I, you. But we do what we must. What are you planning on doing after school?”

“I used to want to be an Auror, but now I’m not so sure. Mediwizard, maybe? Something like that?” Harry suggested.

Tom looked at him, shocked. “That’s quite a deviation. Are you sure?”

Harry shrugged. “The Aurors seem to be in Dumbledore's pocket,”

“A good deal of them, yes.”

“And I don’t want to work for him.” Harry finished.

Tom hummed. “If you still want to work for the ministry, you might consider becoming a hit wizard instead.”

Harry frowned. “A what?” He asked.

“Hired killer. You get your orders from the Minister or head of law enforcement directly, and you kill for pay. It’s much more high-risk, but the rewards are equally increased.” Tom said. “And most of them take on side-jobs when times are slow. Assassinations for the right price, things like that. You would choose what you wanted to do, of course.”

Harry was staring at him, wide-eyed. “And you'd be okay with that?”

Tom smiled. “I would teach you at first, techniques to get you started, but it is more Severus you'd have to worry about. He'd never relax again.” He said in amusement.

Harry laughed. “No, I don’t suppose he would.” He agreed. “But I’m leaning more toward Mediwizard.” He said firmly.

Tom sighed. “Ah, take away all the fun of me teaching you how to kill undetected.” He mourned.

Harry laughed. “You know what? You’ll live. Deal with it.”

“Very well.” Tom said.

“You can teach me other things, though. Like how to kiss properly. I’m not quite as good as you, yet.” Harry said impishly.

Tom hummed, smiling. “Oh, you need more instruction there, do you?” He asked, threading a hand through Harry’s hair.

“I think I do.” Harry said, leaning in and closing his eyes. “Teach me what you know.”

Tom hummed and leaned down, whispering against his lips, “The first thing you need to keep in mind, is that lips are just as important as tongue. A good kiss can be achieved without ever using your tongue at all, if you know what you are doing with your lips. He kissed Harry chastely, no tongue, but his lips were soft and moved against Harry’s surely, making the teen hum happily against them.

“Then, when you are proficient with that, you move on to using your tongue.” Tom said softly, then kissed Harry again, twining his tongue around Harry’s and tracing every tooth, before pulling back. “Also, a hint of teeth can be very sensual, though when you are just starting out, it is best to start with the basics. But a little nip to the lips can be erotic.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Oh? Teach me.” He requested.

Tom hummed and kissed him again, adding a small nip to Harry’s lower lip as he pulled away. “Just a small bit, don’t actually bite unless your partner is into that.” He advised.

“Mm, you know so much.” Harry opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

Tom groaned, laying his forehead against Harry’s. “You are too tempting.” He said.

Harry blushed and pulled away. “Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t apologise.” Tom said. “Just… Give me a moment.” He closed his eyes and took several slow, deep breaths.

Harry was grinning when he opened his eyes again. “Better?”

Tom sighed. “It will be better when I finally have you under me, but until you are ready for that, other things will have to suffice.” He said.

Harry smiled, then whispered, “I might be ready sooner than you think.”

Tom sucked in a breath. “Don’t make promises just yet.” He warned. “I will hold you to them.”

Harry grinned. “Not just yet, but… Soon.”

“I want you.” Tom murmured. “So badly. Holding back might be the end of me.” He said, as if it was just occurring to him.

Harry laughed. “Death by sexual frustration. That would be kind of funny, actually.”

“Not for me, the one that has to die of it.” Tom muttered sullenly.

“No, I suppose not.”

“Die of what?” Severus asked, once again coming upon them at a bad time (although he could have come upon them while they were kissing, which, admittedly, would have been worse).

Harry snorted. “Sexual frustration.” He answered.

Severus’ eye twitched. “I don’t think I approve of this conversation.”

Tom sighed. “Nevertheless, I am feeling the symptoms.”

“You are free to go feel them elsewhere.” Severus drawled.

“Severus, you can’t stop him from having those kinds of feelings. He’s a grown man. He’s older than you, for Merlin’s sake!” Harry pointed out.

Severus shot him a glare. “Which is part of why I do not approve!” He snapped.

Harry looked at Severus, then at Tom, then back to Severus. He sighed, then said brightly, “Well, I approve!”

Tom laughed. “And that does not get me out of trouble with your father, as much as it pleases me.”

“It most certainly does not.” Severus snapped.

Harry put on his most pleading expression. “Please don’t make him leave! We can talk about something else!” He offered.

“Such as…?” Severus asked.

Harry frowned. “Um… Well, not becoming a hit wizard…”

Severus’ eye twitched again. “Do I even want to know?” He asked Tom.

Tom smiled innocently. “Probably not.”

Harry sat up straighter. “Plans!” He decided. “For Dumbledore. We never decided what exactly we were going to leak to the Prophet first!”

Severus sighed and sat in the armchair in the parlour. “That much is true. My Lord, did you have a preference?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, actually. Once you and Harry are safely back there, I am going to send an anonymous tip to the Prophet about the prophecy about us being a fake.” He said, mostly to Harry. “I know they have someone there that can verify my words. And she will be more than willing to write a smear article about such an influential man.”

Harry made a face. “You’re talking about Rita Skeeter, aren’t you? I hate her.” He muttered.

“She’s very useful.” Tom told him. “And hate is such a strong word.”

“She’s the one that told the world about my genealogy test.”

“And led me to you.” Severus remarked evenly.

“And let Dumbledore know that I knew I was a Selwyn!” Harry added.

“He would have found out at some point soon after that. He had opportunity to look at all the tests.” Severus reminded him. “He would have realised you were going to enlist Miss Granger’s help in finding out more about them. He is not a fool.”

“He’s an arse.” Harry said.

Tom chuckled and wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist again. “On that, we can agree.” He said, amused.

Severus eyed his hand as fingertips slid under Harry’s shirt and rested low on his bottom rib, but didn’t comment. He did look to be gritting his teeth, though.

Harry simply leaned closer to Tom, making the hand slide up a few inches.

Tom stilled and held his breath.

Severus took a deep breath and tore his eyes away. “Either way, she can be useful here, and we should be allowed to benefit from her methods, whatever they are, without letting our personal feelings on the matter interfere.” He said.

Tom relaxed, and let his fingertips rub small, soothing circles on Harry’s side. “Yes.” He agreed. “We can set our differences aside and focus on the main goal here: dethroning Dumbledore.”

Harry hummed. “I suppose so. Is she a follower, then?” He asked. He didn’t know all of them, after all. Most of them wore their masks to every meeting, and he had only heard a few of them actually speak.

Tom shook his head. “Not of mine, no. Merely a tool I have used from time to time.”

Severus smiled. “She is useful. No one can deny that.”

“So long as she doesn’t write anything questionable about me, I’m fine with her being our help.” Harry said.

Tom chuckled. “If she does write anything else about you that you find disagreeable or offensive, you can sue for libel. The title of Lord Potter and Heir Prince, even without using your connection to Gryffindor, still hold enough weight that she will be nearly powerless against you if you hold her accountable. Skeeter is not an old name, she has no titles to claim, and you have much more power than you know right now. She knows this. She may think you an easy target, but if she tries anything, we can quickly disabuse her of that particular notion.” Tom suggested.

Harry smiled. “I love the way you think.” He said happily.
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